My grade school had a good lunch menu, but it was a Catholic school and the lunches were homemade by old Polish ladies. We had pierogi, dammit!

Uh, no - it’s 9%, and that’s because the roads are finally at a such a state that they need some revenue. But no fucking sales tax! No income tax! Live free or die! (Notice that cake is not an option here. This is why it is a stupid state.)

Exactly. I give $100 to Planned Parenthood every time I drive by protestors in front of a woman’s health clinic near me. I have two teenaged daughters and we smile and wave, letting them know that their efforts are helping PP.

Like so:

get a new schtick, it wasn’t clever the first time.

My go to curse is: May every step you take feel like you’re walking on Legos.

Cup and string. And we have to use code names.

It’s a rotary phone, isn’t it?

And a waffle bar....

Also HIPAA. Because email is a no no for protected health information where I work, so I have to spend half my day faxing things and calling people on the phone like an animal.

Did he demand an omelette bar? I'd demand an omelette bar.

This is why I don't run marathons.

Perhaps you should come to terms with the fact that some of the youth movements you turn your nose up at are actually quite substantive, and just because they don’t fit your aesthetic doesn’t mean they’re disqualified from doing anything important.

You may not care for G.L.O.S.S.’s music but they are easily the important bands making music right now. They not only make heavy hitting music, they’re making trans and queer femmes more visible in punk spaces which is desperately needed. Punk scenes are devolving into the drunkest, loudest, rudest bro mentality…

She called it negative. I haven’t read the whole story yet so I can’t really comment.

This confirms my suspicion that county courts are single-handedly keeping the Fax Machine industry alive.

Jumping in here as a parent...Mrs. Suave and I were at a semi-snooty Italian place once with the little Suaves and the youngest (maybe 7 at the time) was dead-set on Nuggets de la Pollo. Without specifically telling the guy what was up, I pulled the middle-aged server aside and asked if we could get Chicken Parm,…

Just refuse to feed the horrible little mutant. They can eat what’s made or starve, just like I had to when I was raised. Why doesn’t anybody do that anymore?

Anything you dip a chip into that’s not salsa or guac. Probably not queso, either, but that’s iffy. I would NEVER refer to salsa as dip.